He had never imagined Beamish's was such a terrible place, or that the penalty of being found there was so severe.

He felt that he had had a fortunate escape, and was glad Silk had put him up to it before he had let it out.
He became more friendly with his ally after this.

There is always a bond of attraction where a common danger threatens, and Wyndham felt that, however determined he was not to be led away any more by these friends of his, it was just as well to be civil to them.
So he even accepted an invitation to come and have tea in Silk's room that evening, to look at a volume of "Punch" the latter had got from home, and to talk over the coming boat-race.
Had he overheard a hurried conversation which took place between Silk and Gilks shortly afterwards in the Sixth Form room he would have looked forward to that evening with anything but eagerness.
"Well ?" asked Gilks.
"Hooked him, I fancy," said Silk.

"He's coming to tea this evening." "Good man.

How did you manage it ?" "Oh, and by the way," said Silk, "that going to Beamish's last week was no end of a crime.